| Yeah, ha
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| Yeah
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| Hate it had to come to this
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| You can’t name a nigga or a bitch who said they ain’t keep it solid (Yeah, yeah)
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| They had hidden motives, it was hard to hide it (Yeah, yeah)
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| Pacing 'round in my mansion in Miami, thinking 'bout gettin' my cousin knocked
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| off
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| Still undecided, yeah
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| Certain lines that you can’t cross 'cause if you cross 'em, you get
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| Kriss-Krossed, family or not
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| Gotta keep your soul up in this shit 'cause if you don’t then you get
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| flipped-flopped, that’s all that you got, damn
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| I told Baby I’m too real for all this rap shit
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| Too smart for all that trap shit
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| He said that he feel the same like, «Likewise»
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| That’s why five years later that’s still my main guy (Damn)
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| Let me take you way back, like way-way back
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| Goin' to school and workin' a job like, «Where my bread at?»
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| Daddy kicked me out, I had nowhere to lay my head at
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| 'Til I’m poppin' off, say he gon' come back for me
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| Made it to the top and looked back and said, «Fuck me»
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| I couldn’t see no light in life, look like I’m diamond
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| Thanking God for all my angels watchin' over me
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| I still made it far in life, just how I was supposed to be, yeah
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| Yeah
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| The one thing I learned was
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| Stay true to who you are, stay solid to you
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| Yeah
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| This shit get you further than anything
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| Facts
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| Too much shit to say I can’t just stop and leave
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| Shot believe, Trey believe, shit, God believe
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| At that point I didn’t believe in me
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| Take believe, sis believe, shit, Mac believe
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| It was at that point I realized
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| Sis bought me the ticket, caught a red eye
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| LA was some mission I was scared, I
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| Was out here on my own, this shit was do or die
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| Homeless for six months and I can’t lie I cried
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| Haven’t in weeks with my blessings from God
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| Hard to keep my mind focused on them M’s and not suicide
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| I swear this shit get way deeper than you and I, yeah
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| Yeah, and FYI
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| AR still my nigga even when we don’t see eye to eye
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| I can never turn my back on niggas and just watch 'em die
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| Vory talkin' spicin', talkin' creole
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| Dre passed up on him, he picked Rio
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| H saw the vision, ain’t picked me though
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| Barely show emotions, how you feel
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| 'Cause if die, I’m dyin' real, yeah
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| Bury me an honest man
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| They wouldn’t understand
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| Sheesh, hey-hey-hey |